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A wave of intense dizziness hit Xuan Yang, and he felt as if the world around him was spinning uncontrollably, ready to collapse at any moment.
He staggered backward, his body swaying dangerously. If it weren't for Qu Si Yang's quick reflexes, catching him just in time, he would have surely fallen flat on his face.
"Xuan Yang, what’s wrong with you?" Qu Si Yang asked anxiously, her hands trembling slightly as she held onto his arm. Her eyes were filled with concern, fearing that something terrible might have happened to him.
Xuan Yang gasped for breath, his face pale as a sheet. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and rolled down his cheeks, dripping onto the ground.
He felt a surge of energy rampaging within him, like a wild beast trying to break free from its cage. This force coursed through his limbs and bones, causing him immense pain.
"I... I don’t know..." Xuan Yang managed to utter a few words with great difficulty, his voice hoarse. He sensed that his body was undergoing some kind of transformation—an unprecedented change that filled him with both fear and anticipation.
At that moment, a sharp crack echoed in his mind, as if something had shattered.
Immediately after, a powerful force erupted from within him like an unstoppable volcanic explosion. This energy roared through his body like a raging river, washing over every meridian.
Xuan Yang felt a surge of exhilaration; he knew he had awakened!
"What the hell is this?" Xuan Yang exclaimed in disbelief as he realized that his shadow had come to life. It stood beside him like a loyal guardian, no longer just a simple silhouette but something alive that began to move.
Qu Si Yang was also stunned. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she watched everything unfold before her. Her mouth formed an "O" shape, as if she could fit an egg inside it.
Xuan Yang's shadow transformed into a tangible entity that continuously shifted shapes—one moment it morphed into a fierce beast with bared fangs and claws, seemingly ready to pounce; the next moment it became a sharp sword glinting ominously in the light.
"Xuan Yang, your Ability... has awakened?" Qu Si Yang asked tentatively, her tone filled with surprise and joy. She hadn’t expected Xuan Yang to awaken an Ability too, and it seemed even more powerful than her own.
"Damn it, it seems I'm not a useless piece of trash after all!" Xuan Yang exclaimed excitedly, swinging his fists and feeling the surging power within him. An unprecedented confidence surged through him; he felt as if he could punch through a mountain.
Eager to learn how to control this newfound strength, he sought out the Old Village Chief first thing the next morning. He wanted everyone to know that he, Xuan Yang, was no longer the bullied weakling he once was.
The first rays of sunlight poured into the village, draping the weathered settlement in a golden veil.
Xuan Yang rose early, taking a deep breath. The fresh air, mingled with the scent of earth, invigorated him.
He strode purposefully towards the Old Village Chief's house, and along the way, villagers looked at him with curious eyes and whispered among themselves.
"Isn't that Xuan Yang? He looks different somehow."
"Yeah, there's an indescribable aura about him."
"Could it be that he has awakened his Ability?"
Xuan Yang paid no attention to their discussions; all he wanted was to meet the Old Village Chief and learn how to control his Ability.
"Village Chief Grandpa, I want to learn about my Ability!" Xuan Yang declared as soon as he entered the door, his tone filled with anticipation. His eyes were resolute and determined, as if he could already envision himself becoming strong.
The Old Village Chief sat leisurely in the yard, puffing on his pipe. Upon hearing Xuan Yang's voice, he slowly raised his head, a glimmer of light flashing in his weathered eyes.
He stroked his beard and smiled at Xuan Yang. "Young man, it's good to have ambition, but learning an Ability isn't something that happens overnight. It requires long-term practice and accumulation. You need to be prepared for hardship."
Xuan Yang had already mentally prepared himself. He nodded earnestly. "I understand, Village Chief Grandpa. I will work hard; I'm not afraid of hardship. As long as I can become stronger, I'm willing to endure any pain or fatigue."
The Old Village Chief began to teach Xuan Yang how to control his shadow.
He instructed Xuan Yang to sit cross-legged, close his eyes, and concentrate, feeling the connection between himself and his shadow.
"Imagine your shadow as an extension of yourself, as your arm, as your weapon. You must feel it with your heart and learn to control it," the Old Village Chief patiently guided him.
However, Xuan Yang's learning process was not smooth.
He tried to focus like Qu Si Yang and control his shadow.
But his shadow acted like a mischievous child, refusing to obey him. Instead, it twisted and turned in front of him, performing various comical antics as if mocking his clumsiness.
One moment it transformed into a wagging little dog, the next into a clawing crab, stubbornly refusing to act according to Xuan Yang's wishes.
"Damn it, what is this?" Xuan Yang couldn't help but curse. He felt utterly embarrassed, opening his eyes to see the ever-changing shape of the shadow on the ground, filled with frustration.
The Old Village Chief watched from the side without stopping Xuan Yang's complaints, instead wearing a knowing smile.
He understood that Xuan Yang's ability was unique; thus, his learning method could not be generalized. Each person's ability was one of a kind, requiring personal exploration and understanding.
"Xuan Yang, everyone has their own way of learning. Don't be bound by others' experiences; find the method that suits you. The most important aspect of cultivating your ability is to use your heart, not brute force," the Old Village Chief said earnestly. His voice flowed like a clear mountain spring, soothing and refreshing.
Xuan Yang listened to the Old Village Chief's words and fell into deep thought.
He began to reflect on his own characteristics and the connection he had with his shadow.
He recalled his childhood, when he often played with his shadow, transforming it into various shapes that made his friends burst into laughter.
Those were the days of pure joy and carefree innocence.
"Wait, I can try to turn my shadow into a weapon!" A brilliant idea suddenly struck Xuan Yang, and excitement sparkled in his eyes as if he had discovered a new world.
He focused his mind, envisioning his shadow morphing into a sharp dagger, one that could cut through anything.
Miraculously, his shadow indeed transformed into a dagger, glinting in the sunlight with a cold sheen. The sharp blade seemed capable of slicing through the air with ease.
"Wow! It worked!" Xuan Yang shouted in exhilaration, swinging the Shadow Dagger as if he were a martial arts master, exuding an air of confidence. He imagined himself wielding the Shadow Dagger on the battlefield, unstoppable and invincible.
However, the good times were short-lived; the Shadow Dagger quickly vanished, reverting back to its original form, leaving only a faint outline on the ground.
"What happened?" Xuan Yang scratched his head in confusion. He couldn't understand why the Shadow Dagger had disappeared so suddenly. Was his method flawed?
The Old Village Chief approached and patted Xuan Yang on the shoulder. "Young man, don't be discouraged. This is just the beginning. You need to practice continuously to master your Ability. Training your Ability is like farming; it requires patience and perseverance. You can't expect instant results."
Xuan Yang took a deep breath, realizing he still had a long way to go. He understood that haste would not yield results; he needed to work harder.
Clenching his fists, determination filled his eyes. "I will succeed! I must become strong enough to protect those I care about!"
In the following days, Xuan Yang trained diligently under the guidance of the Old Village Chief every day.
He practiced tirelessly as if under a spell, dedicating every moment to training—eating, sleeping, and then training again and again.
He attempted to transform his shadow into various weapons—swords, spears, halberds, axes, and more.
He imagined himself wielding the Shadow Lance, charging fearlessly into battle; he envisioned holding the Shadow Great Axe, cleaving a mountain in two with a single swing; he pictured himself with the Shadow Shield, fending off an army of enemies.
However, his shadow remained unpredictable, shifting from weapon to its original form, leaving him in despair.
At times, the shadow would twist into a tangled mess, making it impossible for him to grasp; at other moments, it morphed into a small cat that rubbed against his legs; sometimes, it simply vanished altogether, leaving him helpless.
"Damn it, why is this Ability so hard to learn?" Xuan Yang couldn't help but complain. He felt on the verge of breaking down, like a fool being toyed with by his own shadow.
He began to doubt himself—did he truly lack the talent to learn this Ability? Was he destined to be a worthless person for life?
Just then, the figure emerged from the shadows.
He stood quietly to the side, observing Xuan Yang's training without uttering a word.
His form blended seamlessly into the darkness around him, as if he were part of the shadow itself.
A barely noticeable smirk flickered in his eyes, filled with mockery and disdain, as if he were ridiculing Xuan Yang's overestimation of his own abilities…
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